I think within us there’s a love for the sincerity of a smile, the familiarity of people and a certain place, the knowledge that we are welcome. Do you ever return to a well-loved book because it offers that comfort? I do and I find that feeling in mysteries by Mary Roberts Rinehart. How many […]
Dec 27, 2023
Deep Into the Why
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“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” – Edgar Allan Poe. Poe’s The Raven has been taken apart and analyzed, looked […]
Dec 20, 2023
That First Hello
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We’ve all heard, “First impressions are lasting impressions.” A writer works hard to create a good first impression when you, the reader, crack open her book. Below are beginning sentences from each of my cozies, which, hopefully, create a good first impression. Moonlight Can Be Murder: My car’s headlights cut a yellow swath through the […]
Dec 18, 2023
Miss Tootsie’s Surprise Guest
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Sunday morning dawned bright and warm, as if the weather had no recollection of the dark, stormy time two days ago. Miss Tootsie sat down to a breakfast of ham and eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Sunday was a day of leisure and relaxation. With Cocoa curled in her basket in front of the wood-burning cookstove, […]
Dec 16, 2023
Break-In at the Bakery
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Miss Tootsie was sure she wouldn’t sleep ever again; she’d be listening for someone to break in. What a thought! It gave her a headache. When she let Cocoa out to do her nightly business, she shut and locked the door behind her, then waited anxiously for the little dog to scamper back and scratch […]
Dec 14, 2023
Beggars Would Ride
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“You know,” I said, “I was looking again at Marvie Saunder’s book.” “No, Ned,” Pat interrupted. “Remember, you’ve given that up. You’re going to let Cade and Gerald handle whatever is going on about that house. You are fixating on that book of poetry so, stop it!” Stung, I said, “What a thing […]
